It’s funny how certain foods can conjure up memories. Every time I toss a handful of cheddar cheese Goldfish crackers in my mouth, I think of my Nana and Oompa, my paternal grandparents. We didn’t get to see them very often—they lived in New Jersey, and we lived in Massachusetts—so whenever we were together, our time was special.

I have been blogging on the Goldfish Smiles website, so everyone, please go take a look, and make sure to comment!

“Some days, we’ll walk in the kitchen and crank up the oven, not knowing beforehand what we’re going to make… But as long as we turn on some music, get out some bowls, some butter and chocolate chips, we know we’re going to have a good time.”

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